Maybe it was just a bet.

Just a lie.

Maybe it was a simple game, meant to make you cry.

Perhaps we were just an illusion, a way to impress my friends.

Yet
Maybe
just maybe

we can make amends.

Perhaps I really did like you.

Like you a lot.

Now it’s just too late I suppose, to turn a wrong into a right.

Make you see that I really did enjoy your stories, and those late nights talking.

I actually did not tell my friends about that kiss in your car.

Yet now all I have are these broken memories, that only a loser like you could fix.

Maybe it was just a bet to them, but to me it was as real as you thought it was.